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Mazatlan, Mexico, December ?? 2002 Once again its 27 of 27. How about that? Days ago, when trying to decide on whether to do this gig, I flipped that little Burning Man Duck coin and it came up the duck, three times in a row. Everything's gonna be just duckie, decided I. Today I flipped that coin again, and I have to admit that I didn't heed its message. Not that its message was terribly clear. It flipped twice against the duck, then duckie on the third. I didn't know quite what to make of that. Let me rewind a bit. Oh, I hate this part. The rewind. The recollection. Let me state once more for the courts that I am not nor will I ever be a VIABLE WITNESS in any trail due to a horrid long term drug-induced lack of short and long term memory. Nor, for that matter, would I make a good juror. I'd hang the fucker. Well, only if I COULD SEE IT IN HIS EYES that he was lying, all evidence to the contrary be damned. So, where were we? You know, I find it's funny that so many of my friends write me these days and say, hey, where have you been? Where are you now? GOSH! GOLLY! I can't keep up with you. I find this funny because if ever there was a confessionalist poet and scribe extraordinaire of this age, it is I. And how hard can it be to keep up with me, OH DEAR FRIENDS AND FAMILY? when time and again I have told you I have this little website THINGY that i go to now and again (every other fucking day!) and BLEED FROM MY VERY SPLEAM, BLEED AND BLEED from my pineal gland to give you EVERYTHING i can possilby put down in 1's and zeros on this little frikken palm pilot between EATING and DRINKING and LIVING and SCHEMING HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA MAKE IT ONE MORE DAY IN THIS SCHEISSE WELT? i write nearly every day, for whom i rarely know, but i write. And i write. And it saddens me that my own family and friends write emails asking me of my whereabouts, etc? Said question is not a form of flattery, no more exciting or beloved to me than Hallmark greeting cards. I just don't get greeting cards. I appreciate the sentiment, but they mean little to me. And conversely, I would hope that you would learn much from my pure and genuine bleedings that i so foolishly post herein. So, family and friends, here i am. Tune in, turn off your TV, and drop by the Jiggle now and again and ALL OF YOUR QUERIES RE: ME, WILL BE ANSWERED.
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